Birthday:January 3rd 2002Likes:hunting rabbits and lizards, sleeping on my bed during the day, getting treats for being cleverPet-Peeves:loud noises, thunder and lightningFavorite Toy:Our Bichon! Squeaky stuffed toys.Favorite Food:Eagle Pack Holistic Chicken and RiceFavorite Walk:All around the neighborhood and into the foothills. 6-8 miles is a breeze.Best Tricks:High Five, wave, crawl (not easy for a deep-chested dog). Sit up, Sit, Down, Leave ItArrival Story:Join the Dogster community
At age 2 1/2, Aneksi was given back to the breeder. She was a cheerful girl, but the elderly woman did not undersatnd the hunt instinct of this breed and it worried her when Neksi wanted out all night to hunt. We happened to phone the breeder then, and Rita told us that she had a "cheerful girl" or a 3 month old male. We immediately said "cheerful girl." After Riata had her for a few months to make sure she was fine, we flew her from Florida out to Arizona to us. In 50 years of flying dogs, Neksi was the first one to ever get lost by an airline. Poor girl was crated 18 hours, but when that cage door was finally opened, she walked calmly right into my arms and hasn't stopped trusting me since.Bio:Aneksi is ancient Egyptian for "she belongs to me" and it is very fitting indeed. She is my girl all the way. When she greets anyone, she wags her whole body gleefully, almost bending in half side-to-side.Forums Motto:Neksi-Beksi, NeksellaThe Last Forum I Posted In:Is it really hard to get a Pharaoh Hound in the US?

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Our beautiful, funny, cheery Neksi crossed the rainbow bridge.
We will miss our girl so very much.
She lived a long, happy, hunting, sunbathing life and we wouldn't change a thing of the joy she gave us or we gave her.
We had her in our lives for nine of her 11 1/2 years - old for a beautiful Pharaoh Hound.
Sleep well, my darling Aneksi. You belong to me - in my heart forever.

Mom and Dad dropped me and my two Bichon boys off at boot camp last week. Keith sent mom two very funny photos of a Pharaoh Hound, ME!, in the tiniest of beds. It is little Luka's bed and I have to really work to get my long, lanky bones into it. When you look at the photos, take note of how dirty Cuki Snikklefritz III gets at camp. We all play so much at boot camp. Keith only puts us in our run when it is time to eat or time to sleep. Otherwise, we get to play and hike with the pack all day and well into the evening. We love it at k9naturalinstincts.com!

Mom and Dad will be picking us up Monday. Only two more days to play. I bet we all sleep all day once we get home. Oh! The boys will be sent to get bathed, but me...with my pretty single-layer coat Mom just needs to curry my a little and I'm good to go! It pays not to be a prissy girl. Ha!

Hi everyone!
It was very sad to see Zeffer leave the house Mom was so sad for so many weeks, but then new puppy Luka showed up. Another LITTLE white dog. What have I done wrong? Okay, he's pretty cute, and I do like being his "mommy" dog.
With the landscape project, there was always a concern that one of us would escape because the workers weren't great about keeping the gates closed.
Well, one evening mom and dad came home and thought the latches were secure. Mom watched us as we three ran to one end of the yard, double back and head to the opposite gate. Then she didn't hear anything and got scared. She went to the south side of the yard, and sure enough the gate was wide open. Oh, no!
I was a very good Pharaoh hound indeed. Instead of running, I kept Cuk and Luka sniffing around the front yard. As soon as I saw Mom I scooted Luka back through the gate and went back into the yard myself. Now Cuki...he saw that as his opportunity to go run. Mom used the "who's hungry for dinner?" trump card and he decided his stomach was more important than his nose of curiosity.
There was one more escape...this time all on my own I just walked calmly past the workmen. Mom didn't realize I was out of the yard for about ten minutes. The nice workman got in his truck to look for me. I was running free to hunt the Arizona desert behind the house. I could hear mom calling, but I was having too much fun.
In true Pharaoh Hound manner, when I was down with my hunt, and thristy, I came back to the new front courtyard gate and stood there waiting for mom to let me back in the house. I haven't tried to hunt on my own since.
The new back yard has grass that I love to lay on. I get spooked when those dang sprinklers turn on and run like a banshee to dry off. ha!
There are new paver paths all through the back yard. Mom laughs because we all three prefer to run on them. And the best part...the bunnies can still get in and out of the yard, so the hunt is on most mornings. Cuki is a formidable hunter as well and has learned several Pharaoh Hound hunt tactics from me: the SQUEAL of hunting joy, and the LEAP and POUNCE when there are lizards in hidden places.
It is getting cool enough again for long morning walks--six miles with Dad. We see all sorts of wildlife and I get to flair my nostrils and listen intently. It's so much fun and I am such a good girl staying right at dad's heels.
Oh! Mom learned something new about me. She says I'm a natural service dog or visitation dog. A friend living with us had to use crutches. He took me out in the backyard on a leash because the gates were open. I was extremely attentive and cautious and did not even flinch when the crutch closest to me came scooting near me suddenly.
And BIG NEWS...mom and dad are looking for a getaway home up in Williams, AZ which is in the high pines and is the gateway to the Grand Canyon. Dad loves to golf, so they are looking at golf course properties Monday--which means we'll have really fun walks up there. I'll keep you posted.